I am Virgil.
Virgil is the shortened, anglicized version of Publius Vergilius Maro. Some people spell it Vergil.
I also answer to "hey you."
I am a proud member of Ravenclaw House.
I love writing historical fics, poetry, and song parodies. I'm a sucker for the pairings Lily/Sev and Harry/Luna.
I'm currently working on an extremely epic historical fic called "Ascendio," and it's about the adventures of Anne Boleyn. I've done a ton of research for it and I've tried to keep it as historically accurate as possible, so please read it!
~A few of my favorite things~
Harry Potter character: Severus Snape
Harry Potter book: Deathly Hallows
Harry Potter quote: "Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth would that mean that it is not real?"
Book (excluding Harry Potter & The Bible): Looking for Alaska by John Green
Food: Scottish strawberries (other strawberries are okay too)
Candy: Sour Patch
Music: John Williams
City: Edinburgh, Scotland
Poet (excluding Homer): William Blake
Subject in school: Latin
This poem describes the joy that I feel when reading the Harry Potter books.
Growing up fully immersed in the early sixteenth century English aristocracy, all Anne Boleyn ever wanted was the chance to make her own choices. When she is suddenly thrust into the magical world of wizards and witches, her life is forever altered.
The seventh son of a seventh son sifts through papers on his desk in the Headmaster’s Office. His cousin, the six son of a six son, toils in the shadows bring his brethren down. They both know that the support of Anne Boleyn will be essential.
This is the tale of Anne Boleyn, her efforts to preserve justice in the face of adversity, and her influence on society that continues to this day.
At the beginning of this tale, one may wish to note that Anne has five fingers on her right hand.
Everything is not what it seems.This story is down for revisions. You can still read the prologue, though.
“…he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though in a high wind and then fell back into place… Sirius must be just behind the curtain…”
Sirius Black didn’t die when he fell through the veil in the Department of Mysteries. He was transported to another world: our world, where Hogwarts doesn’t exist and magic lives only in the fantasy books. As Sirius tries to understand this strange new world and find his way home, he runs into some unlikely old friends. Nothing is the same behind the curtain.